The dark slides like a tight glove over the solitary woods camp, and no man’s light affronts the majesty of the night sky. An insipid stirring of the warm evening air sets a single pine bough to swaying. Overall, stillness reigns— silence but for the monotony of a distant chuck-wills-widow and the earnest chant of frogs from some distant bog beyond the gloomy line of slash pines— the trees that make of the camp an island in a shadowy, evergreen sea.
Lauriault, Robert N.
"From Can't to Can't: The North Florida Turpentine Camp, 1900-1950,"
Florida Historical Quarterly: Vol. 67:
3, Article 5.
Available at: https://stars.library.ucf.edu/fhq/vol67/iss3/5